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Chapter 3: Author's POV

Imagine a world secluded on an icy plain, a realm carved from the frozen wilderness of the Arctic and bordered by an ocean. Somehow, plants and animals thrived, and magic did too. Werewolf packs emerged, but humans infiltrated as well.

The initial migration into werewolf territory was once deemed a problem, and the killing of outsiders ensued. This bloodshed, however, stopped when the werewolves realized they needed the humans just as much as humans needed them. Human ingenuity in ideas for development became crucial to werewolf survival and evolution, and so did werewolf protection and control over the climate. Over the years, a fragile harmony was established—a delicate balance between the ordinary and the supernatural.

A mist, birthed by the natural magic in the terrain, became an automatic mechanism for fragile minds to explain what they could not comprehend. Though not sentient, it obscured werewolf transformations and the werewolves’ more intense gatherings from human sight, aiding their coexistence. It also clouded human judgment, making them oblivious to werewolf existence, and they came to view pack members as eccentric individuals—reclusive during certain phases of the moon or weather, keeping odd hours, and upholding mysterious traditions.

Not all humans interacted with werewolves, and even fewer knew what they were dealing with. One group, however, possessed the eye of discernment—a vision to see through the mist. This tribe was called the Founders. They were the ones who forged the original pact with the werewolf packs for protection some hundred years ago. Yet, over time, they faded away from human generations, their bloodline thinning until only a few descendants remained, their heritage too diluted to make them stand out.

Among these few was Lena. A girl with the famed vision. Unlike her contemporaries, her bloodline was pure and she could see just as much as her ancestors. She grew up finding life a little confusing as she could see much more than she's supposed to, but she embraced it and let her curious nature run unfettered. On a certain day, she stood on the edge of the thickets, wanting to explore more as usual. However, she met someone different that day, someone that would change her life forever.

"Lost?" He asked. She'd been staring at his breath taking handsomeness when he spoke, having noticed her stare. The question brought her back to reality. She answered him like she would any normal person, happy that he'd be interested in her safety and trying to assure him that she knew what she was doing even though she didn't.

After exchanging a couple of words however, it became clear to her that he was going to try to stop her. The aim was to go deeper for once and figure out what was hiding within the woods, to explore the hidden world that nobody else seemed to notice but here he was to stop her. Without any hesitation, she rushed forward, entering diving into the mysterious fog. They were so many hiding places so she was sure she could lose him.

And she did! She lost him in the race and after ensuring he wasn't coming any longer, she came out in the open. There before her was a large clearing and many buildings. Her mouth hung agape at the beauty of this hidden expanse of land. She was sure no one had seen this before because there were no stories. If this was her reward for coming here, then it was well worth it.

As she stood taking in the beautiful view, she suddenly felt a shove as a man tackled her to the ground. Her breathing felt laboured as she let out a scream. The sound was rather melodic than shrill in the night but still it lasted for only a while. A firm hand had covered her mouth and before she could struggle or do anything, the scene blurred and changed entirely before her eyes.

Jason stood in front of her, a finger against his lips gesturing for her to be silent. He had left her alone now, so she was free to disobey, or even run. She didn't know why, but she trusted him —she trusted him enough to listen and wait for an explanation.

"You can't be here," he said simply. Not much of an explanation but it was a start.

"Why?" She pressed seeing her wasn't about to offer more.

He looked annoyed, felt conflicted as he wondered how to tell her. Judging from her actions, she wasn't backing down unless he told her everything.

"You're in the werewolf territory and there's a festival now. Any human found would be killed on sight," he told her in the shortest form possible.

He noticed her expression —just understanding, no shock. She was definitely the most strange human he had ever seen and it pulled him in.

"Why aren't you surprised?" He asked stepping closer.

"It just makes sense," she responded in a whisper. He raised an eyebrow so she continued, "I've been having a strange feeling since, and things I see are confusing sometimes, but it's all coming together now."

He observed the girl in front of him, feeling an odd instinct to protect her. Her boldness attracted him like a magnet, but he knew her fearlessness would be the death of her. She was definitely not getting out of here alive. Not without some help.

She noticed it too because now she looked away, backing down. The realisation of her mistake was one thing but the consequence of that curiosity was another. "Please help me," she pleaded knowing death was what awaited.

He was quick in making his plan, knowing he couldn't spend long as he'd be soon required at the festival. If he left her for later, who knew what would happen before he returned?

He hoisted her onto his shoulders, and put a couple of bags on her. The electricity when he felt the contact of her skin was irresistible, but he forced himself to ignore it as her life's at stake.

Fields and buildings blurred around him as he zoomed out of the danger zone at a speed only royalty could go at. Because of that, they met no one and no obstacle on the way.

He dropped her, panting heavily while she looked around in awe. It was amazing that she'd be safe so soon against all odds.

Either it was to appreciate him or she was compelled by a force. The result was her stepping closer and kissing him on the cheek. It only served to stir up the feelings raging through him— the frustration of not having Fiona yet, and the electricity that came with her presence. He ravaged her lips in response and she let him, wanting it also.

She didn't leave there anytime soon... She'd been pulled down and pinned by an alpha to have the most devastating sex ever. What he didn't know was that this was not a one night stand. The spontaneous decision. would alter the course of his life forever.